“This ok for ya?”
“Yeah that’s it, that’s great! Just stay still like that for me.”
“How much longer do I gotta stay like this?”
“Nearly there” said Jake as he poked his head out from underneath his photographer’s cowl, squinted at the man sat on the horse. “Alright, now look down at your nose at me, and frown a bit – that’s it! Look mean!” he said, then ducked under the cowl again.
Eli put on his best scowl. “Say, you done taken pitchers of any of ma friends?”
“Clayton McGraw, or Lantry Dawson?”
“Sure, in fact I think I shot one of ’em just last week”
Eli wrinkled up his nose and squinted at the camera. “Shot?”
“Here we go!”
Flash, bang – the horse reared and Eli fell to the ground.
Jake ducked out from under the cowl, looked over at Eli’s still body as the horse bolted.
Frowning slightly, Jake walked over to where Eli lay face down in the dirt then stood looking down at him for a few moments, biting his bottom lip. Couching down next to him, Jake took a hold of Eli’s shoulder and turned him onto his back. Eli’s head lolled to one side, blood dribbling out of the corner of his cracked lips and blossoming through the breast of his shirt.
“Yup, I shot that bastard alright; just like I’ll shoot the rest of your gang for what you did to my mother and father when you raided our ranch last year.”